When you told me life was a melody
I was too naive to know
That your tongue was filled with poisoned lies.
Growing, I began to find that
Nothing was what you had portrayed
For even I was a work of fiction
Drawn into your wound up imagination.
To you, I was an effervescent being
Who would sway to your whim
But really I was nothing
And nothing I have remained ever since.
-Lacee Kae
